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i am writing a thousand words
trying to illustrate how i feel
as subtly as i can
but
sometimes i wish i can just go
it fucking hurts because everything is dead and killing me inside in ways i cannot explain i am fucking dying every second i try to whisper through my tears the things i want to say so badly but somehow sound useless by the time i get around it fucking painful with every intake my breath is stale from regrets and mistakes i unintentionally make my heart is fucking exploding bit by bit like tiny fireworks colliding with each other on every nerve pounding in my chest i can't fucking breath i am falling why isn't there anyone there to fucking catch me i need something someone to hold me tight and say everything will be alright though everything is fucking dead and killing me in ways i cannot explain.
trying to illustrate how i feel
as subtly as i can
but
sometimes i wish i can just go
it fucking hurts because everything is dead and killing me inside in ways i cannot explain i am fucking dying every second i try to whisper through my tears the things i want to say so badly but somehow sound useless by the time i get around it fucking painful with every intake my breath is stale from regrets and mistakes i unintentionally make my heart is fucking exploding bit by bit like tiny fireworks colliding with each other on every nerve pounding in my chest i can't fucking breath i am falling why isn't there anyone there to fucking catch me i need something someone to hold me tight and say everything will be alright though everything is fucking dead and killing me in ways i cannot explain.
Published 23rd Dec 2009
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25th Dec 2009 10:29am
If im wrong, your first stanza is slow and measured while the second is fired rapidly, with hesitation.
"i need something someone to hold me tight and say everything will be alright though everything is fucking dead and killing me in ways i cannot explain"
could it be the slow decomposition of yourself? you can feel the isolation almost eroding you?
(Sorry its been a long day).
I love the spitfire feel of your piece
"i need something someone to hold me tight and say everything will be alright though everything is fucking dead and killing me in ways i cannot explain"
could it be the slow decomposition of yourself? you can feel the isolation almost eroding you?
(Sorry its been a long day).
I love the spitfire feel of your piece
25th Dec 2009 11:44am
